Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(71)

“Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.”


Colt whispered against her throat, “Harder, baby doll, bear down on me harder.


That’s good.” His climax burst with enough force she felt her insides bathed with his heat.


Her womb kept contracting to keep all that seed inside. Each throb and pulse was longer than the last and she whimpered.


“Ssh.” His mouth found hers. A gentle brush of his lips as he looked into her eyes.


While he kissed her, his hips kept bumping in tiny increments. Not fast or slow. Steady until the spasms ended. With the last movement he withdrew from her completely and set her on her feet.


Wetness gushed out. She wondered if the twine wasn’t holding her up if she’d even be able to stand.


Cord stepped back and yanked up his jeans. “Like I said earlier. I was needin’ you bad, AJ.”


Not missing her, needing her. “Untie me. I have to get cleaned up before I go in the house.”


Zipped and buckled, he ignored her request and demanded, “There any baby wipes in here?”


She frowned. “Why would we have those?”


“Most places have them around for one reason or another.”


“I don’t know. Might be some in the tack room. Can’t you let me loose before you go looking?”


Cord’s gaze traveled the length of the rope. “Your arms hurt?”


“Not bad.”


“Then you can wait until I find somethin’ to clean you up.”


“But—”


“That’s four.”


Feeling surly, she snapped, “Why don’t we get it up to an even ten? But but but but but but.”


“Smarty. Lord. I am gonna enjoy the feel of my hand on those soft cheeks. In case you were curious, kitty-cat, that means ten each side, not ten total.”


She averted her eyes to the hay-strewn ground.


“What’s wrong? Does that scare you?”


“Never had a spanking. Not as a kid, definitely not as an adult.”


“Never was a bad girl?”


“No. I followed the rules and did what I was told.”


“Just like me.”


She snorted. “You were the bad boy of the county, or so I heard.”


“Maybe you heard wrong. Anyway, we’re just gettin’ into all sortsa new things, ain’t we?” Cord grinned cheekily. “Sit tight. Or stand tight. I’ll be right back.”


“Ha ha, McKay. I’d like to see how you’d react if the tables were turned.”


He poked his head back around. “You’d like to tie me up? Or just whup my ass?”


“Both. Let me down.”


“After you threatened me? No way.” He cracked open the pop-top on a plastic cylinder and pulled out a couple of sheets. “These’ll work.” Cord gently wiped the inside of her thighs.


AJ gasped, “That’s cold.”


“Almost done.” Cord shook the hay from her panties and shorts, helping her get redressed. Then he released the pulley, loosening the rope and freed her hands from the twine. Before he allowed her to rub her wrists, he checked them. “Does it hurt?”


“Not much.”


“Good.” He gave each ligature mark one a quick kiss. “I’ll get the papers and you can pass ’em to Flo when she wakes up.”